“All My Monsters*”

(May 17, 2018)

All of my monsters

live rent free between my ears.

The rest? Imposters!

(So ends the fifth of three haiku and tanka poems drug from my slumber this morning just after 3:20 a.m. I did get back to sleep – soundly. Until the Bose alarm on Heavy Metal jarred me up at 5. A handfull of oats – cereal – a few prunes, a liter of water and a good solid happy pee and I went – promptly – back to sleep and woke amazingly but expectantly in time to doff-n-don and amble downtown to the library where I impose what’s left of my will on a plastic keyboard with chatty clacks and clicks not at all like my first newspaper typewriter with a huge roll of yellow paper attached with a coathanger that said to me “Write Away, boyo! Write Away!” Or, was that really Right Away, boss?” Dreams can be confusing.)